I really dislike Valentine’s Day. It is torture. Even for the little ones…drama over what themed cards to give out, are they cool characters, is there candy attached, is it cool candy? Did mom write them out? Does your child have fine motor skill issues, if so writing them takes days, with illegible results and many tears. It is just another “holiday” to emphasize who has more money, who has more time, who has more advanced kids. Ugh. I am glad that is over. My most embarrassing Valentine’s Day was in high school. Chubby and the invisible bestie to one of the most popular girls in the school… It. Was. Brutal. Roses were purchased and delivered during classes throughout the day. The longest day of the year. Perky, adorable, and loud student council members standing in the front of the classroom delivering the red popularity markers. My friend had so many roses she couldn’t carry them. It was a living rose piechart of popularity. One year… in a delicious and thoughtful gesture… my bestie made her boyfriend buy me a rose. He signed it in a clever way, so I had no idea it was from him. I was thrilled to receive a rose and hopeful it was from one particular boy. Confusion ensued. I am sure you can guess that it did not end with the person of my dreams showing up to declare their love while great 80s music played in the background… no John Hughes movie moment here. It ended with her boyfriend yelling “why did you make me buy her a rose, she doesn’t even know it’s from me!” in a very crowded auditorium. I’m not sure what happened next. I probably ate a pack of Lindys chocolate chip cookies. What I do know is I hate Valentine’s Day to this day. I’m still hoping there might be a day when someone sweeps me off my feet in some ridiculous romantic gesture… but I don’t have high hopes about it. I married someone who hates Valentine’s Day more than I do. Go figure.